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I have a problem when it comes to writing - I'll think of something that I want to write and then I'll forget how to express it. So I have to go back and think about how to construct the sentence and then by the time I've finished doing that I'll have forgotten what it is that I wanted to say in the first place.

It sucks, but I discovered that I can articulate much better when I'm on mushrooms. It's a linguistic drug, for sure.

Yep, I usually write some cool poems. Here's one I wrote while on 3.5g mush:

Perception Within a Silvery Rain

Lightning comes speed pass me at my lacered brain
Wonders, oh why I built and destroyed the silvery rain
The room is clean and cleared until dawn casts tomorrow
Then my throath will contain the dreadfully bitter taste of sorrow

Ache is what I feel, the darkness surrounds me as thousand of spiders
No, I won?t ever be slained by this swarming horde of black riders
My last chance will be the love for Her that dwells deep inside my core
I may be blinded, but not for long because I know what cannot be anymore

Everlasting is the song written by the Hands of the Creator
The deepest sign of desire you may see is in the Shadows? behavior
Slowly summoning dim blue lights by its restrenghtened misty and eerie appearence
Clearly I see the spirit fly up and soar back down near the deep lake?s water

From this rhyme you know how it might feel to lose track of time
For nothing is more beautiful than loving Her until commiting crimes
The sky seems to cut down the food of its legendary lust
I will be gone for now, but expect my return and I?ll die for Her if I must

Quote:It sucks, but I discovered that I can articulate much better when I'm on mushrooms. It's a linguistic drug, for sure.

Same thing for me. English isn't my primary language (Because I'm from Quebec, so I speak french ) and my accent disappears when I'm on shrooms. Really interesting!!

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I'm floating in the sea of stars,
I'm drifting away from the shore
I will be lost in the dream when the dark days come
But I will make the time run backwards and
I'll make the stars shine again

haha i wrote stuff once. when i looked at it sober i was like wtf? so i ripped it up. plus my mind works faster, MUCH MUCH MUCH faster then my hand can on mush just cuz my mind is blazing and it becomes the biggest chore in the world to write everything out. so i just remember everything important instead lol.

On my first trip i wanted to draw something.. (I almost never draw something.)

I had everything ready and i was done feeling my entire body (i had to touch each part because it felt sooooooo goooooood.. )So i started drawing something.. But my hand could not create art.. It wanted to write.. So i wrote down short 3 word lines and some random words... At the time 5 meant everything to me.. Somehow 5 was all.. Everything had to do with 5.. The eternity feeling was 5 we are 5 everything was 5... You could see it like a smurf thing.. Smurfs say: "i have to smurf some smurf today".. Get me?

I never drew anything after that, but i still have the paper somewhere..

I was peaking and as soon as i started to draw, even though they were just little doddles and scribbles all over, about 14 seperate images, the overall image took on the image of an old womans face, i thought maybe it was just my perception being all messed up, but when i looked at it the next morning it still looked like it! Very cool, felt very surreal.

and writing.... that's just awesomeness, my mind starts to imagine the thing i'm writing, sometimes distracting but usualy it's helpful. One of the few times I don't lose interest while writing...

I've written some weird shit while tripping, i love it, it helps me reconnect with the trip during non-tripping time.

Your years of toil have earned you a signYou had punished your body, penance to mindYou hid in the brightness, you didn?t blend in.Your prey, oddly aware of evilEven when you packed on the shine

You fit the symbol into the lockyour hidden fear repressed by a trembling smileto the rest who have punished as much as youYou know their true nature, as they know your?sOnly experts of hate are allowed inStrangely no one is waryToo much arrogance for caution, not admitting evena small twinge of fear, to themselves

Something unseen told you it was timeto fit the key into the lock, to open a new eramaybe of sin, of hate, of destructionwe?ll just have to wait and see

the doors begin to open, slowly at first, yet alreadythe brightness waiting beyond is like daggers to your eyesAs you are slowly beckoned in, you realize, you?re not there to punishYou see children, and joy, and that wonderful sense of accomplishmentNot one of your kills, but an accomplishment of loveBut you never loved anyone,why is this happening to you?

Welcome to the memorial homeWe?re here to help youTo keep you from the rest of society

Get out of my way, I?ve got some mayhem to createI want to shape mindsInto my own, So the hate will continueSo we?ll stay separate in the world

I?m sorry, you won?t be doing that anymoreI love you, and we all doLook around, all of your contemporaries are here

They don?t look real, they?re only visible concepts.

None of you are real, not yet anyway.But you will be in time, As we love you, and you learn to love yourselvesYou?ll feel the strong urge to fix all the harm you?ve done

Undo all of my work? Not likely.

And you will feel guilt, for the first time in your lifeAnd we will be with you, you don?t need to worry.

The last time I ate 3.5g's i sat down... err... lay down to draw and I thought-- I bet I could draw without even looking right now because my senses are so in tune. And so I started drawing without looking and the picture came out better than I even imagined it... i thought there would be stray lines everywhere but it came out quite clean looking...

At the time I invisioned my mind as a big food processor that took in all the data from my senses and garbled it all around and spat it back out into my thoughts that of course would divide out into an infinite number of simultaneous thoughts... something like the delta of a river... So for some reason I drew a camel with a human head that was garbling up a bunch of "stimuli" and shitting out a river of thought that branched in every direction along the infinite plain that was my consciousness. It sort of represented the whole trip... at least at the time... now it just looks like a cool picture that I can't quite see all the underlying meaning in because I'm not tripping... i need to trip again soon... it's been awhile since i've tapped into nirvana

-j

--------------------I promise to live, love, exist, and be, and hope that all life will love to be in existence with me. Also, fuck you.